The bullet landed next to her leg and almost hit her thigh.
Murong Rong was panicked and frightened, so she quickly grabbed his pistol.
Yinzai struggled with her, fearing that the pistol would accidentally injure her, so he pushed her away.
Murong Rong fell on the table and chair, with the square wound on his back pressing against the hard armrest of the chair.
There was a stinging pain and the wound opened.
When Murong Rong saw Yin Zai coming towards her with a gun, she took the pillow on the chair and threw it at him, then rushed to grab the door lock.
Behind her, Yin Zai grabbed her, and Murong Rong raised her leg to kick him.
Yinzai did not dodge or dodge, he caught her leg hard, pushed her to the ground, untied her tie, and tied her hands.
"No, Yinzai, I beg you, I don't want to become disabled..." Murong Rong couldn't struggle and looked at him in fear, with tears all over her face.
Yinzai had a flash of unbearability, but when he thought that this woman would never know whether to live or die, he gritted his teeth and became cruel.
Murong Rong opened her mouth and bit his hand. When Yin Zai was in pain, he put down the pistol, kicked the pistol far away, and quickly crawled away.
Yinzai grabbed her legs and pulled her back. He was about to scold her a few words, but when he saw the blush on her back, he swallowed the words and untied the tie from her hands.
Murong Rong looked at him in horror, fearing that he would think of some way to cripple her legs again, and her body was trembling slightly with fear.
Yinzai glanced at her silently, then opened the door and walked out.
It wasn't until he walked for a while that Murong Rong finally recovered from the shock. His back felt burning pain, and when he reached out to touch, his hands were covered in blood.
No matter how painful it is, it can't compete with the fear in her heart. She wants to leave here. No matter what he does to her in the future, she must continue to complete this task!
Opening the door, Yin Zai was standing at the door with a big box in his hand.
Murong Rong was about to close the door, but Yinzai pushed it in and threw the box on the ground.
Murong Rong wanted to grab the door and go out, but Yin Zaisheng pulled him back.
"Yinzai——"
"do not move!"
Yinzai opened the box and found a complete medicine box. In addition to medicine, there were also scalpels, surgical scissors, and surgical forceps.
Murong Rong looked at those bright surgical tools in fear. What was he going to do? Did he really want to cut off her legs?
With a slight sound, the clothes on his back were torn off by him. Murong Rong stared at his hand reaching for the medicine box, and his heartbeat jumped to his throat. Until he saw him throwing the surgical tools aside to get the medicine underneath.
, and then I felt slightly relieved.
She pillowed on his lap, not daring to raise her head to look at his still angry face.
She could only feel his cold fingers carefully treating her wounds, applying medicine, bandaging them, and then using alcohol to wash away the blood on her body.
Every movement was done so gently for fear of hurting her.
However, after everything was done, he pushed her aside, stood up, and turned around to go out.
Looking at his cold and sad back, Murong Rong suddenly stood up and hugged him from behind.
Tears flowed freely, and I choked with sobs.
"Let go." His indifferent voice came.
She shook her head and cried, "I don't want to let go..."
Yinzai coldly went to release her hand, but she hugged her tighter and refused to let go.
"Yinzai, you can scold me or hit me. I know I lied to you. I'm sorry. Please don't ignore me..."
Tears wet his back and stuck to him coldly.
He sighed helplessly, grabbed her hand, pulled it away forcefully, turned around, and saw her pear-shaped face.
Wiping away the tears on her face, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms. He closed his eyes, his face full of pain, "Tell me, what should I do with you?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Rong burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Stop saying you're sorry. I know everything you did was for me. I'm the one who should say sorry." Seeing the blood oozing from the wound on her back, he gently covered her wound with his palm, "Also
Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." She looked at him carefully. Was he not angry? Did he forgive her? Did he not care about it?
She just looked at him blankly, not daring to ask or speak, for fear that once the words came out, the two of them would start arguing again.
She didn't want to quarrel with him or irritate him, she just wanted the two of them to be together in harmony forever.
Yin Zai looked at her, with deep heaviness and remorse in his eyes, and kissed her forehead.
He stopped asking or talking, and just held her quietly like this.